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Huang Xing hurriedly hid the 'Self-reference' behind him and symbolically asked, "How do you do Boss Fu?" Other than that, Huang Xing could not help but recall the two spring shines that Fu Zhenxin showed to him, and could not help but feel more guilty, feeling that he had tarnished this little beauty's youth. He did not want to think about those scenes, but he could not control his brain. Forcefully, as if he was broadcasting a movie, he unfiltered the heart-pounding scene.

Fu Zhenxin misunderstood Huang Xing, she had to go to the Finance Department from now on. She had always hated Huang Xing to the bone, and now she had the capital to mock him.

Huang Xing's heart throbbed. He had to admit, as long as Fu Jie appeared, no matter if she was a peerless beauty or was a beauty that could topple nations, they would all go to hell.

There was a type of woman who was born to be an assassin. Even if it was just a look at her, even if it was against the laws of the country, it was still a duty. Before meeting Fu Jie, Huang Xing had always felt that his wife Zhao Xiaoran was the most beautiful woman in the world, an unsurpassable beauty. It was only when Fu Jie arrived that Huang Xing made him realize that he was just a frog in a well, observing the sky.

Fu Jie wore a very fitting black work attire, with a pair of business lady shoes.

Without waiting for Fu Jie to speak, Fu Zhenxin's chest, which was walking so high just a moment ago, faintly collapsed. She could tell that Fu Zhenxin was a little afraid of her. Every time Fu Jie showed herself, the confidence and superiority on her face and body would be suppressed and reduced. She originally wanted to call him 'Big Sis', but taking into account that it was a workplace, she forced herself to call him 'Boss Fu'.

Huang Xing also wanted to greet them, but he felt that he had overdone it a little, so he gave up. However, the hand he hid behind his back could not help but tremble. He could not control the movement of his limbs, so much so that an inexplicable question appeared in his mind: why was he trembling? Was it because of his own guilty conscience, or was it because of Fu Jie's peerless talent?

Fu Jie opened up her arms that were wrapped around her chest and flew into a rage at Fu Zhenxin: Fu Zhenxin, what do you look like today, you look like a spirit demon! As the company's Deputy General Manager, can you dress more formally? If I see you dressed like this again tomorrow, I'll let you drive straight home!

Fu Zhenxin was reprimanded, her face flushed red, but she still tried her best to argue with a kind tone: "I … I'm already wearing a very low-key outfit!

Fu Jie ruthlessly defeated her: How else do you want to show off? Are you now like the vice president of a company, like a princess in a ktv?

Fu Zhenxin anxiously asked: "Sis, how can you say that about me?"

Fu Jie emphasized: "How many times have I said it? In the company, I'm not your sister!

Huang Xing was secretly shocked, what a strict and valiant female boss! But for some reason, although Fu Jie treated his little sister as if she were Huang Shiren, Huang Xing did not feel disgusted by it at all. On the contrary, he felt that this woman had a strong sense of privacy and had an imposing aura around her.

Fu Zhenxin retreated into the office dejectedly and then secretly made a face to show her resistance.

Huang Xing felt some sympathy in his heart. Fu Zhenxin walked back to the front of the desk with a conflicted expression. His footsteps sounded like it was filled with a faint feeling of helplessness. Ye Zichen raised the pen in his hand high up and wanted to smash it on the table, but he was worried that it would lead to more complaints, so he could only slow down the action and allow the pen to land safely on the desk. Before sitting down, she habitually gave a tug on her butt. His fashionable velvet dress lightly swayed, easily reminding people of what was going on inside. Why was it that she couldn't help but constantly tug and pinch at it?

Fu Jie ignored Huang Xing and turned back to his office.

Huang Xing felt like he was being ignored. He was even eager for Fu Jie to criticize him, so he was not this disappointed. However, thinking about it, he felt that he had overestimated himself. After a small sale, his position was not even as good as a clerk in the logistics department. How could he be worthy of the proud and aloof female boss to waste her words?

After struggling for a few seconds, Huang Xing still knocked on the door to Fu Jie's office.

Fu Jie was already quietly sitting in her office chair, one hand on her neck as she thought to herself while tilting his head. Hearing the commotion, she didn't even raise her head as she said the word 'in'.

She was still stroking her neck with one hand, half tilting her head as she thought about the company's development plan. She didn't wear any accessories on her neck, and her smooth, shiny skin was the most beautiful ornament in the world. Seeing Huang Xing enter, she couldn't help but frown, as if she was silently protesting against Huang Xing breaking her train of thought. She let go of her hand and sat upright. She asked in a monotonous voice, What's the matter?

Huang Xing handed the Self-reference in his hands over to Fu Jie one by one.

Fu Jie took the title and looked at it, a cold smile flashing across her face unnoticeably: You're too stubborn.

Huang Xing said: I hope Boss Fu can give me a chance.

Fu Jie was slightly angry in her heart, she felt that Huang Xing was giving her a difficult problem. In terms of conditions, he was only a security guard, and now that he had gained a small amount of money, there was no way he could compare to the transferred. What she needed was a veteran with executive and management skills, not someone like Huang Xing who was overly confident but lacked the talent to back it up. She put Huang Xing's' Self-reference 'to the side and started to do some ideological work for Huang Xing: Huang Xing, I really admire your positive attitude towards improvement, but I really can't give you this chance. I want you to look at yourself. Don't think about it all the time. Think about something unrealistic. Being ambitious is not good for your development.

Huang Xing bit his lips, trying his best to stop himself from arguing with them. Perhaps he was afraid that if he spoke badly, he would lose all his bargaining chips.

Then he said hesitantly: Boss Fu, take a look first … Look at my recommendation.

Fu Jie's frown deepened as she casually picked up the Self-reference and glanced at it. Perhaps, in her subconscious, she felt that Huang Xing was just a small fry who worked at the lowest level of society. But when she read the first paragraph, she realized she was wrong. Her eyes shone with a strange light, prompting her to re-examine the little employee in front of her. She then, with a different kind of positive attitude, earnestly looked at the first paragraph of the Self-reference once again.

Fu Jie could not help but say: "Your writing is not bad."

Huang Xing was overjoyed. Thank you, Boss Fu, for your praise.

But Fu Jie immediately added: "Where did you copy down the first paragraph? It doesn't seem like you wrote it yourself."

Fu Jie seemed to be shocked, she raised her head and looked at Huang Xing, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

She raised the Self-reference that she initially didn't place any importance on a few centimeters higher and carefully looked at it from beginning to end. Then silence.

Huang Xing looked at her nervously, as if he was waiting for something.

A full minute passed.

Just as Fu Jie was about to speak, footsteps came from outside the office. Soon after, a few people rushed in.

Four young people, three men and one woman. And they are not employees of the company.

The arrival of these four people immediately added a strong smell of gunpowder to the general manager's office. One of them, a girl who was dressed breathtakingly and looked a little regretful, immediately locked the office door. A man with a small mustache entered and started shouting: Who's Fu Jie, who's Fu Jie?

Fu Jie was startled at first, then put down the 'Self-reference' in her hands and stood up: I am.

The three men were immediately stunned. After looking at each other, the bearded man took a step forward. His expression was unexpectedly stiff, and he almost stammered out, "You are …" ?